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I wish it was me

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🐋Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event! 🐋Pairing: Water Bender! Choi San x The Avatar! Kim Hongjoong x Water Bender! Reader (f) x Water Tribe Warrior! Jeong Yunho x ot8 poly 🐋Genre: established relationship, s2l, poly, fantasy au, avatar: the last air bender au 🐋Word Count: 8,674 🐋Warnings: mentions of sex, Yunho's cock, potential poly moments but no actual descriptions of sex, fighting, blood, death 🐋Rated: 18+ MDNI, this is simply romantic angst with world building and character development I cut the smut 😬 rip yunsanjoong foursome with dream

🐋Summary: Song of Fourteen Years au~ What if y/n was born in the water kingdom instead~

🐋Dedication: @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta and for Smalls also, for helping me bounce off my out-of-the-box ideas on her. It was lovely exploring your universe <3

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"You two shouldn't be doing this," Yunho said, his tone very disapproving.

"Shut it, Yunho," San said through gritted teeth, "I need to concentrate."

"More smoother, San," You encouraged him, "look how my hands are moving. The curves need to be like the flow of water."

San's eyes narrowed, studying your fingers and the way they seemed to be both strong and delicate at the same time. His fingers were not built like that. No wonder you had it so easy as a Water Bender.

Yunho checked his fishing line and then went back to sharpening his spear. "I'm serious! If the elders catch you playing with water…"

You moved a water bubble stealthily over Yunho's head. You were just about ready to release it over the water tribe warrior’s head when San shouted in victory. "I did it!"

Your head whipped back to San to catch his victorious smile before your water bubble dropped on San’s poor head. "Hey!" He shouted at you, a pout pulling his lips downwards. Without another word, he launched himself at you, tackling you to the ground.

"San!" You laughed as he play-wrestled with you, "Stop!"

San giggled as he managed to pin you to the ice. "You may be better than me at water bending but I can still beat you at an old fashioned fight."

The air moved over your head and Yunho's spear tapped San's chin. "Forget about someone?"

San raised his hands off of you, as Yunho's spear followed the movement of San's head as he straddled your body. "Of course I didn't forget about you, Yuyu."

"Was that water meant for me?" Yunho muttered to you instead.

You laughed nervously. "What are you talking about, Yuyu?"

Yunho sighed. "I really can't win with the two of you, can I? You'll always outvote me."

San stood up and offered you help up with a hand. When you took it, San yanked you tight to his body. You yelped and the heat only barely simmered beneath San's gaze. "Yunho's tent will be empty with the others out on the boats for fishing."

"San!" You scolded him, "if we get caught in Yunho's tents again, they're going to scold us! Besides, you know they don’t approve of--"

Yunho covered your mouth with his large hand and plopped his chin on your shoulder. "She never knows when to shut up, does she?"

San cocked his head flirtatiously. "See Yuyu, you're not outvoted. Sometimes we can be on the same side."

Your protests remained muffled as your eyebrows furrowed. There was still more training to do! You only had time when most of the village was out gathering! You--

A large shadow flew over the three of you quickly. Yunho held you even tighter to his chest in worry and San’s head followed the large entity that was creating the shadow. “Was that a gliding buffalo?”

“The fire nation!” Yunho announced.

There were several sharped-bowed ships chugging towards the shore. Yunho let you go so that he could brandish his spear properly. “You two go back to the village and protect the young. I’ll--”

“Yunho!” San protested, “You can’t protect the entire village on your own. That’s a ship probably full of fire nation soldiers. We need to go!”

A rather large boom interrupted your own train of thought. Whatever had been flying through the air had landed on the ice. It was too close to the ocean opening…the scariest noise you could ever hear on the ice--cracking--began to echo.

“We gotta go save them! The ocean will take them!” You shouted and immediately began to run towards the crash.

“Wait!” Yunho attempted to halt you but you could not be deterred. You had lost a brother to the ice once. You weren’t going to let anyone else finish their lives with the same kind of fate.

You skidded to a halt when the ‘flying buffalo’ growled at you, as if it was protecting something. You began to coo at it, like it was an injured otter penguin. “It’s okay big fella, I'm not here to hurt you or your friend. The ice is cracking and we have to get out of here before--”

The last thing you heard was a resounding crack that pierced your hearing before you fell into the cold dark depths of the ocean. You panicked as you fell quickly through the ice but you knew you had to keep the air in your lungs. It felt silly, being a water bender, that you didn’t know anything to truly save yourself. All you had ever done was move tiny amounts of water.

As you descended, you felt the pressure of the depths push on your body and the light above slowly faded. You wondered if perhaps this was what your brother had felt as he had perished when he had fallen through the ice. Perhaps you would meet him in the spirit realm once again.

Just as you could feel black shadows eating at the corners of your vision and your air finally released from your lungs, filling with water, there was a light that seemed to pull you. Was this what it felt like to transition to the spirit world?

You felt gentle hands under your back and legs and you felt like you were being carried. Perhaps it was your brother ushering you into the spirit realm. You smiled, happy to greet your brother once again.

When you were slapped with stinging cold, you quickly realized that you weren’t going to the spirit realm--not yet anyways. Your teeth chattered and you clung harder to the body that held you.

The man glowed with inner power that you had never beheld in your entire life. He seemed ethereal and unreal and you felt yourself falling love at first sight immediately.

Then, like the light failed them, the glow was gone and they collapsed, with you still in their arms. The flying buffalo growled and landed close to where you two had collapsed. Its large tongue came out and wetted you and the man who had saved your life.

"Tiny," the man groaned, "what happened?"

The Buffalo grunted, nudging the man over with his nose. The man opened his eyes and cocked his head curiously. "Uh, hello," he smiled charmingly, "How'd you get there?"

"You--saved--me!" You managed to say between chattering teeth.

"You're the girl who fell through the ice!" The stranger gasped, "I saved you?"

Tiny licked the stranger again and made urgent noises. "Tiny, you're hurt, you can't take us anywhere!"

"M-m-my v-villag-ge," You stuttered.

"Hey! Quickly! This way!" You heard San shout.

"We can't harbor someone who the fire nation is after, San!" Yunho hissed.

The stranger ran toward San and all three men shot straight towards the tented village. As soon as everyone was inside, you whimpered at how you hurt.

"We gotta get her out of her clothes, quickly!" Yunho instructed.

San scooped you from the strangers arms and started removing your wet outer clothes. Yunho discarded his clothes as well. He sent a glare to the stranger. "I'd turn to the wall if I were you."

"Sorry!" The stranger spun on his heel and all that could be seen was his back and the swinging of his hair against his neck. "Hongjoong, by the way. In case you were wondering."

"I wasn't," Yunho deadpanned.

"Yunho!" San scolded his elder, "He saved her. You could be a little bit more respectful?"

Yunho was out of his outer layers quicker than San could undress you. Your fingers were useless against the ties and stays that held all your many layers together so that the cold didn't harm you. Yunho took over to help you undress, fingers gentle and careful. San began to remove his clothing instead.

"How are you completely dry, by the way?" San wondered out loud.

Hongjoong stared at how his skin and clothing were dry. He wasn't at risk like you were but clearly he had dove in after you and saved you. He still didn't have any recollection of that but he had to conclude that's what his body had done at least. "Well," Hongjoong grinned to himself, "I am the Avatar after all."

"Yeah and I'm the princess of the northern tribe," Yunho scoffed.

San pulled off his final inner layer, broad shoulders now completely revealed to the world. "It would explain why he isn't disrobing with us right now, Yunho."

Yunho was momentarily distracted by San's body. His dark eyes went over the lines of San's muscles and collarbones. San smirked. "My eyes are up here, big boy."

Yunho shook his head and didn't even apologize for his empty-headedness right now. "Under the blankets! Don't waste your body heat!"

"You know, I can't prove to you right now, but I saved your friend--"

"--She's not just our friend," Yunho muttered under his breath.

"Not just your--!" Hongjoong whipped around, forgetting his promise to not watch them disrobe. San's back muscles rippled as he scooped you up. You were in a simple slip now, much of your skin revealed as well. Hongjoong’s cheeks heated up but his eyes greedily ate both your body's up.

"That's not yours to gaze upon," Yunho said with a bite to his words.

Hongjoong met Yunho's eyes, and for a moment, they seemed to glow before Hongjoong smiled charmingly. "That's very greedy of you."

San giggled, high pitch and happy. "Don't mind Yunho, he's protective. Yuyu! Come on, I'm not going to be enough!"

The two of them busied themselves with removing all of their clothes and yours, and were firmly under the warm furs of Yunho's tent. Their limbs encircled your waist and shoulders, pressing their hot bodies against yours. Your shivers tore their hearts to shreds but more importantly, you were alive and here.

"This wasn't exactly what I was thinking when I mentioned going to Yunho's tents earlier," San couldn't help but joke.

"San, we have a guest!" Yunho protested. Now that they were in a vulnerable position, he was feeling less angry-heat and more embarrassed-warm.

"Oh please, don't mind me! I'll be like a fly on the wall!" Hongjoong insisted.

"I'm going to throw my spear through him when we finish this," Yunho promised.

You could finally bend your fingers and attempted to scratch at Yunho's chest. "Don't…fight…" You said with a throat raw from vomiting sea water.

Yunho tucked your head under his chin. "Shhh don't speak, dream," He hummed to you, "Just focus on moving your toes as you start to feel them."

"Can't believe you scared me like that," San scolded you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "Next time you try to save someone, maybe try not to become the one needing rescuing?"

"San," You whispered.

"Yes, snowflake of my eye?" San responded in the flowery way he knew you particularly didn't enjoy.

"Shut it."

San laughed and slowly everything started to get better. It got to the point where you could move your toes and fingers. San sat up, wrapping some fur around his shoulders. "Take her against your body and sit up, Yunho. We need to talk to the avatar. If I recall, the fire nation was on his tail."

Hongjoong laughed dryly. "Ah yes about that… sorry to drag you into all of that. But I kinda need some help."

You fit perfectly in Yunho's lap, his legs crossed under your, resting his arms around your body. The blankets covered him from over his head to under your chin, his chin tucked to the crown of your head once again. "What kind of help?" Yunho intoned.

"The fire nation attacked our home. I lost one of my friends while we were fleeing. I'll need help finding him. Yeosang fled as a distraction to the earth kingdom to make sure I had a decent head start while I flew to the water tribes. I have to make sure he's okay!" Hongjoong pleaded.

"Why would you need our help? You're the avatar!" San wondered.

Hongjoong scratched the back of his head bashfully. "I'm not the Avatar yet. I only know how to air bend. I still need to learn how to bend the rest of the elements."

"You want to use them to learn water bending and me to help you rescue your friend then?" Yunho guessed.

Hongjoong made eye contact with you. "I saw you water bending while I was fleeing the fire nation. I know you risked your life for me once but do you think you could help me again?"

"I can help!" San chirped, smiling helpfully at Hongjoong.

"You can't even make water move yet," Yunho's truth rumbled through his chest against your back.

San sent a glare over his shoulder. "It helps when learning with another!"

Hongjoong cocked his head curiously. "You're learning from your…?"

"She's our woman," San announced proudly, "We made her necklace ourselves."

Your hand went to your neck, fingering your tugtupite sky and ocean pendant. San had done the dangerous exploring to find the red mineral while Yunho had done the tedious work of carving a whale in it. "The elders frown upon our union but the necklace shows others that I belong to Yunho and San."

"That's lovely…" Hongjoong said with a sad smile. "Will you help me find Yeosang and complete my training?"

"Yes," You agreed immediately.

"But Dream!" Yunho protested, "You already risked your life for him once! Isn't that enough?"

"Yunho," You said his name with authority and his body wilted against you in submission, "We have to help the Avatar! What are you even saying? Besides, my heart tells me he's a part of our story too."

San grinned impishly, moving his eyebrows knowingly. "Your heart, huh?"

You made a face that told San he should stop while he was ahead. Yunho wouldn't take well to hearing that you and San were interested in Hongjoong. He needed to be dipped into the idea rather than dumped.

"I guess if you and San want to help, I'll have to go with you, to make sure you two don't get in trouble." You could hear the pout in his tone. Yunho knew when he had lost.

"Good, the avatar will stay in Yunho's tents tonight then," San announced with a clap.

Yunho and Hongjoong protested immediately. San grinned wider. He stood up, wrapping the furs around his slim waist. "Guess that settles it then. I'll take you to my tents then."

Somehow, you figured that was San's intentions all along. "Will Tiny be okay by herself out there?" You wondered.

"If you have anything she could drink, I would be grateful," Hongjoong begged.

San quickly began to dress as Hongjoong turned around for courtesy sake. Your eyes took in San's lean thighs and bulging biceps greedily. Your eyes were always greedy for his body. Yunho, almost reading your thoughts because they were similar to his own, tightened his hold on you, making your squeak by vacating your lungs of any air.

San's eyes swung to you, suddenly dressing slower. "Just remember who let you be the warming furs for her next time, Yunho," San said, his voice gravelly and rough with unbridled lust.

"Next time what?" Yunho prompted San.

"Next time we decide who gets to be where," San said, his eyes shaped like a crescent moon in amusement.

You giggled in Yunho's arms. "San! Just help Hongjoong. We'll see you two in the morning."

San finished dressing. "Oh, I'll be back. Just gotta make sure the gliding buffalo is tucked in tightly."

"Flying bison," Hongjoong corrected San as he followed him out the tent flaps.

"Don't flirt with me, Mister avatar, I have two loves of my life," San gasped as if insulted. He sent a wink and then he was gone.

"Dream," Yunho allowed himself to finally be vulnerable, "You could have gotten killed."

"Yunho, we can't be small minded and only think about ourselves!" You protested. You tried to turn around in Yunho's arms but he wouldn't let you.

"I don't care about anyone else. I love you and San. I can't lose you. We fought too hard to be with each other," Yunho insisted.

"Yuyu." This time Yunho did allow you to turn around and pin him against the bed. His brown eyes shiny from unshed tears wouldn't look at you, however. "I'm sorry. Truly. But we're going to help the Avatar. This is important! The fire nation can't win in this regard!"

"I know!" Yunho whined, "I know. I just don't want anyone I love to get hurt in the process."

"How am I supposed to get hurt when I have you protecting me, Yuyu?" You cooed, bopping him on the nose with your fingertip.

"Let me make love to you?" Yunho begged, "Let me make sure every inch of you is warm and safe and mine."

You pecked Yunho's lips sweetly. "San is going to be sulky we started without him."

"San is going to be glowing when he gets back," Yunho grumbled, "He likes him just because I hate him."

"Jeong Yunho!" You gasped, "You did not just say you hate the Avatar!"

Yunho's ears became red and hot. "I'm just saying! He liked that Hongjoong was checking him out earlier!"

"He also liked when you were admiring him too, Yunho. He loves that. But he likes it even better when you do it because he loves you. You're such a jealous boy," You teased.

Yunho locked his arms at the small of your back. "Please, at least ride me. If you move it'll be better for your body. We'll share food with San and Hongjoong and then sleep soundly."

You raised your arms so they rested on his chest. “You want me to take care of you now, my big strong boy?” You teased again.

“Don’t tease me anymore, please,” Yunho pouted, whining but you could feel his cock twitching against you. He liked when you demeaned him, for whatever reason.

You canted your hips against his and he almost moaned, quickly biting down on his lip. “Dream, please, I need you.”

"Okay, okay, don't abuse your poor lips." You pressed yours to his softly, sensually, and he moaned burying his hands into your hair. His fingernails dug into your scalp, looking to hold you in place.

You rode Yunho to completion and took a nap until San announced it was dinner time and that the two of you better get decent or Hongjoong was going to get another free show. That evening the three of you slept in the same tent, because none of you knew when you would again, partaking in the epic tale that was helping the avatar.

The following morning was interesting, to say the least. Yunho did not want to get on Tiny to fly and locate Hongjoong’s friend Yeosang. With a bit of conjuling on San’s end, and a promise that you would not sleep in his tent tonight if you had to make him get on the flying bison, Yunho was convinced to get on and then it was flying time.

You adored the rush of being so high, and San hooted that it was the best time of his life. A week passed, and yet there was no sign of Yeosang. Hongjoong continued to have a hopeful attitude and a bright smile but you could tell that it was starting to wear on him.

One night in particular, when San was snoring after eating and Yunho shared his tent with him, it left you and Hongjoong at the fire. Hongjoong poked at the embers with a stick and you could tell that not being able to find Yeosang was weighing him down mentally.

“We’ll find him, Hongjoong,” You reassured him.

You lifted a hand to put on his leg but wasn’t sure if he would accept the physical comfort or not. Hongjoong smiled but it was stretched and thin. “I know, but I’m worried that it won’t be in time. What if he--”

You decided to put your hand on his knee to cut him off. “My grandfather always had a saying for what if’s. He said they were like tiny fish hooks and if you said too many they’d pull your sanity in too many directions.”

“Your grandfather sounds wise. Sounds like my mentor actually. He used to say to me “Hongjoong, you need to throw those worries in the wind and let them carry it away.”

“I think my grandfather and your mentor would get along very well,” You laughed.

Except the air of nostalgia clung and you worried even more for Hongjoong. Your eyes shot towards Yunho and San’s tent, San’s whimpering escaping the small opening of the tent. Then you focused back on Hongjoong with his shoulders bent inwards. He looked so vulnerable and…alone.

“Hongjoong?”

“Hmm?” He answered you back absentmindedly.

“Do you need someone in your tents tonight?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise. “What?”

You felt your skin heat up at the implications of your words when you hadn't meant them that way. “I’m sorry--I didn’t mean that--I just--you seem so lonely--and I--”

Hongjoong’s nose scrunched up and he began to laugh. He toppled off the rock that San had lugged over, clenching his stomach and cackling until he was wiping tears from his eyes.

“It wasn’t that funny,” You mumbled under your breath.

Eventually Hongjoong righted himself. “I’m sorry, but I needed that laugh.”

“I’m just going to go to bed,” You grumbled.

“Wait!” Hongjoong used a brush of air to push you towards him rather than let you walk away. “Don’t go.”

You crossed your arms under your breasts. “Why?”

“Won’t your…” Hongjoong struggled with finding a label that applied to San and Yunho and gave up. “...won’t they get upset?” He motioned with his chin towards their tent.

“San and Yunho trust me. If I tell them that I slept in your tents because you needed a friend, then they’ll believe me,” You replied honestly.

“And if I need more than a friend?” Hongjoong wondered, glancing at you through his eyelashes.

You cleared your throat. “Hongjoong--”

“Didn’t you say the day I saved you that you felt like your heart is telling you I’m a part of your story?” Hongjoong took a bold step forward.

You couldn't deny that. Your heart still told you that Hongjoong was going to be connected to your life, in a big way, perhaps even bigger than the fact that he was the avatar and he had saved your life.

“Would their trust extend to sharing your body with me?” Hongjoong tilted his head and chucked your chin upwards.

“Wellllllll, this is awkward.”

Four men entered your camp. Hongjoong shouted and then ran for one of the men. He embraced him heartily, a very happy smile on his face. "Yeosang, at last!"

Your stomach sank but your heart soared. You had yet to see Hongjoong so happy as he was finding his lost friend. Hongjoong held Yeosang's face with both hands as Yeosang struggled to keep his face void of a smile. "Avatar!"

"Yeosang," Hongjoong pouted, "Please. I haven't seen you in weeks and you speak to me formally?"

"Whoa there." The man that had interrupted you and Hongjoong, with an odd mixture of blonde and brown hair, held his hands up in defense. "I come bearing no ill will." Yunho had his spear just under his chin.

Yeosang began to air bend to stop Yunho but you summoned your water from your flask and used it as a whip to stop Yeosang.

"Tell your girlfriend to back off of Wooyoung," Yeosang demanded, his face taking on a cold countenance.

"Yeosang, she's not my girlfriend," Hongjoong protested.

"The avatar!" A man with silver hair said, eye round with stars in his eyes towards the avatar. You understood exactly what he was going through, you had felt the same upon laying eyes on Hongjoong.

"Maybe, seeing as how we didn't kill you while you slept, perhaps you'd consider sparing us, oh great warrior," The brunet of the party said with a dry tone.

"What's going o--oh," San looked around at the scene outside the tent.

Stories and names were eventually traded even though Yunho never put down his spear. His eyes wouldn't leave Jongho, the bounty hunter. Wooyoung was a bandit and Mingi an earth bender.

"You'll teach me everything I need to know, right?" Hongjoong grasped Mingi’s hands together within his own.

Mingi couldn't look directly in Hongjoong’s eyes, his cheeks getting rosy. "I-I'll d-do m-my b-best," He stuttered.

"Well, this is cute," Jongho said, sharpening his blades, "But what do we do now that the avatar is found?"

"Yeosang, the fire nation is still pursuing us," Hongjoong told his air bending friend.

Yeosang rubbed his shoulder, badly burned by an errant fire bending flame. "I don't look forward to meeting them again."

"Is there anywhere we can go to get away from them?" Wooyoung petulantly threw a piece of fish to the fire.

You and San looked to Yunho who sighed heavily. "No."

"No, what?" Hongjoong questioned, eyes flickering between you and Yunho.

"Hongjoong, we must flee to the northern water tribe," You said.

Hongjoong cocked his head. "What?"

"The gate to the spirit world is there. The northern tribe has a fortress. It would be able to hold back the might of the fire nation!" San said excitedly.

"Why do you say no to this, warrior?" Jongho asked with one eyebrow raised.

Yunho drew inconsequential shapes into the ground with his spear. "My aunt was chosen to marry a northerner. I know the way."

"That doesn't answer the question though," Mingi brought up.

The earth bender stomped his foot and stones moved into the cloth he held out. He wrapped it up and offered it to you, who was shivering in the cool night air. He had a gentle smile.

"Snowflake of my eye, are you adding another?" San teased you as you took the offered warmth.

Yunho stood up abruptly. "We're not going to the northern tribe!"

You winced. "Yunho--"

Yunho rushed over to you and jerked you into a hug, arms wrapping around your head. "Don't make me do it. I don't want to lose you."

"Wait, what--what's wrong?" San suddenly realized Yunho was being more than just stubborn with his mistrust of the avatar.

You squeezed Yunho's ribs and then gently unwound his arms from you. "It'll be okay, Yuyu."

You turned toward the rest of the men and Yunho put both of his hands on your shoulders in support. "The reason our elders didn't approve of our union wasn't because of its taboo nature; they didn't want us to join because I was to marry the prince of the Northern Tribe."

"What? How come you never told me!" San protested.

Yeosang's eyes moved at a pace that indicated he was putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. "You're our in. The Northern Tribe is notoriously self-sufficient and protective. They'll let in the promised of their prince without another question. We can explain once we are inside that Hongjoong is looking for a master for waterbending after."

"But…what does that mean for Dream?" San's large eyes swung back towards you. "Dream?"

"We'll get proper training from the Northern Water Benders, San," You smiled through tears.

San's face dropped and Yunho's hands dug into your shoulders. "Why does that sound like goodbye?"

"I'm promised to the prince, San. I'll have to marry Prince Seonghwa. You know how important it is to keep our ties strong with the Northern tribe. And besides, I already promised the avatar that we would do whatever we could to aid his quest. I can't teach him to water bend, I barely have a few tricks I figured out myself and from my memories of my older brother."

San wordlessly hugged you and Yunho. He kissed the top of your head loudly and Yunho's cheek next. "Hongjoong didn't ask you to give up your life though."

"That's true," Hongjoong spoke up, his voice tight with emotion.

You shook your head. "You don't understand. They'll wed us immediately. The wedding was already pushed off because our elders didn't want to send word to the Northern tribe that their chosen bride was in a poly with two others and didn't want to marry a prince."

Hongjoong's held his hand out and Yeosang begrudgingly held it, pinkies linking cautiously. "I could never ask you to give up your loves when I cannot do it myself."

"You're fucking too?" Wooyoung shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth belatedly.

Jongho rolled his eyes. "Are you really figuring that out now?"

Mingi looked awfully sad at the announcement and you couldn't figure out if it was because he found out that Hongjoong was taken or that you were going to lose the loves of your life. "What do we do then?"

Hongjoong stood up resolutely. "We go to the Northern Tribe. We learn from their benders and when we have enough training we leave. If I can't help us escape from the Northern Tribe's fortress-city, fight for the right to love who you want, then I'm not the avatar."

Yeosang finally allowed himself to smile, his eyes shining in happiness, nodding resolutely. San squealed and wrapped his arms around your thighs lifting you up in the air in happiness. "See! I knew we could trust in the avatar. That ass is too fine to be bad."

Jongho choked on his own saliva at what San said. Yeosang frowned heavily, whether disappointed in San's choice of words or the fact that San was flirting with Hongjoong. Yunho's body slumped against you, clearly relieved at hearing the words he needed to hear.

Wooyoung opened his big mouth too. "I mean, he might be a badass though. He is the avatar." Jongho smacked him behind the head. "What? It's true!"

"Actually, he is pretty badass," You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung.

Wooyoung glared at the bounty hunter. "I told you so," He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

You entertained the men of your recollection of Hongjoong saving you, Hongjoong smiling shyly as you crowed of his otherworldliness. Mingi hung onto every one of your words, caught up in the majesty of both you and the story you told. Eventually you snuggled into San and Yunho's tent, Jongho promising he would actually watch over the camp and take the first shift.

The days leading up to arriving at the Northern Tribe were filled with happiness, oddly enough. Mingi only fell more in love with the avatar, each moment practicing earth bending cherished as Hongjoong caught on quickly. You and San spent time with Yunho, torturing him with water fights and sexual innuendos enough that Yunho's ears were perma-red. Jongho would send longing glances to Yeosang's statue-esque features, in which Wooyoung would react by acting even more uncouth and drawing Jongho's disappointment but his attention nonetheless.

But before long, Tiny and Yeosang's flying bison Moni, crossed over into Northern Tribe territory. The amazing ice fortress gleamed in the morning light, taking the breath from all of you. No one could deny that the city was beautiful, in both its icy angles and the powerfulness it exuded. That didn't ease the tension in your limbs, the grip Yunho had on his spear, the weight on Hongjoong's shoulder or the sadness in San's smile.

As per your guess, you and Hongjoong, along with the others, were expedited to the throne room, where you were both introduced to the Northern Tribe's chief and Prince Seonghwa. The Northern tribe were more than happy to teach the avatar all they knew, as soon as Hongjoong proved he was indeed the avatar.

As Hongjoong was introduced to Seonghwa, who happened to be the Northern Tribe's link to the spirit world, you studied the man you were promised to. His side profile threatened even Yeosang's. Seonghwa was pretty in the way the Aurora Borealis was: unattainable but breathtaking. His long hair only accentuated his pink lips and perfect nose. He truly was a prince in appearance but also in personality. He laughed softly, smile proper and kind, and even offered his hand to you like he was a dainty being who should be handled carefully.

You were about to lower your head to his hand, as was customary to greet the prince, when Seonghwa brought your hand to his lips instead. He kissed the back of your hand and you had to look at the floor. Because you knew if you met his eyes, you might get lost in them forever. They seemed to sparkle with the essence of the moon and you had known a few other water tribesmen who became moon-sick; you weren't looking to acquire the same fate.

"Where did you run off to?" Seonghwa inquired, "We have been waiting for your response eagerly."

You giggled nervously and Yunho scoffed quietly behind you. "Your Highness--"

"Seonghwa," The prince corrected you gently.

"Seonghwa," You adjusted, "Our delay was the avatar."

Seonghwa's eyes swung back towards Hongjoong. "I could see why you might delay."

Hongjoong coughed, masking shy laughter. "I didn't exactly plan to delay your nuptials, Your Highness."

"Please, Seonghwa, I insist," The Prince declined his title a second time.

"If it's not too much to ask," Jongho brought up, looking bored. "It's been a long journey. Perhaps you could bestow us with rooms so that we could refresh ourselves."

"Of course," Seonghwa clapped his hands together and servants appeared. "Show everyone to their rooms."

San had a furrow between his eyebrows, looking like an angry snow leopard-bear cub. Yunho, surprisingly, continued to look over his shoulder to Seonghwa's back. That was certainly not what you expected.

"I don't like him," San said, exploding into your rooms even after he had been deposited to his own.

"Hush, San," Yunho put a hand on San's chest, "It doesn't matter. We will be gone from this place as soon as you've learned all you need to know and the avatar finishes his spiritual mission."

San clung to the older man's hips, whining. "But Yunho."

You giggled happily and both turned towards you. "I don't think I've ever seen you jealous, San."

"I'm not jealous," San sulked.

"Our rooms are amazing, how are yours!" Wooyoung burst in without a knock. His jaw dropped at your rooms, fit for…well, a princess. "Wow yours are--" Wooyoung acquired a smug look, "Were you guys going to be naughty in here, because I could round you out--" He barely dodged Yunho's boomerang. "Hey!"

You spent many, many hours with Seonghwa. You were starting to feel bad that this was all a farce because Seonghwa took his nuptials very seriously. During your walks around the city, Seonghwa introduced you to every citizen he knew. He listened attentively as you told him of your childhood growing up in the Southern tribe. Seonghwa was every bit as gracious and respectful as a prince ought to be and you couldn't help but fall for him. Only slightly of course.

But Seonghwa did split his time between you and the avatar. Hongjoong could be seen patiently following the spirit leader's guidance in crossing over into the spirit realm. Hongjoong needed to be in touch with that element as well, as was standard with all avatars.

There was an evening in which San had fallen asleep, arms wrapped around your waist and head in your lap. You had been combing your hand through his short hair and had lured him into a nap. Seonghwa was the last subject your love would want to overhear. Hongjoong had snuck in to speak to you; you being the only other one of your party that really understood the slow, dangerous lure that was Prince Seonghwa.

You found yourself confiding in the avatar when you didn't dare say a word to San or Yunho. San had approved of Hongjoong but Yunho was still unsure. And San didn't like Seonghwa but Yunho had started to ask questions tentatively. You didn't know what to do, honestly.

"Starting to regret our escape plan?" Hongjoong attempted to joke.

"Hongjoong…he's not what I expected," You admitted.

Hongjoong scratched the back of his head. "Not sure what I was supposed to expect, but I know I wasn't sure there was love after Yeosang. But the day I saved you. And met San, Yunho and Mingi. Now Seonghwa? Am I even allowed to love that many people?" Hongjoong chuckled dryly and sighed.

You took your free hand and grabbed Hongjoong's, squeezing it in encouragement. "I think you're the avatar and that you should receive even more love than that."

The night before the wedding soon approached, which coincidentally was also the evening of your planned escape. Seonghwa had asked you to dress in some Northern Water Tribe clothing and meet him for a final dinner before you were to be wed.

You broke food with Seonghwa and as the evening wound down, Seonghwa took you out to the balcony. The air was cold, nothing you weren't used to, but Seonghwa still used the excuse to tuck you under his arm.

"You know," Seonghwa smiled serenely up to the moon, "The other nobles pitied me. I was to wed a savage from the Southern Tribe."

You prickled at the mention of the Northern Tribe's pride. You had encountered plenty of that while staying here. They seemed respectful of the earth kingdom guests. Hongjoong was the avatar, so along with the elusive and aloof Yeosang, the air nomads were also gifted with polite kindness. But when it came to the water benders and warriors, the air was tense. The water benders laughed at your attempts with water, which had San in constant glaring mode. And Yunho was put down because of his 'primitive' weapons.

"I know they were wrong. I know this now," Seonghwa admitted. "Your warrior and your water bender are people who would go to the ends of the earth for you, wouldn't they?"

"They are the two people most precious to me," You agreed.

Seonghwa offered his hands and waited patiently as you let him take yours. "You are most precious to me, Promise."

Guilt pressed down on you heavily. "Seonghwa--"

"I know you love them. You don't have to tell me. I am sorry for that, I truly am." Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip. "If I'm being honest, I believe I've fallen for the avatar, if that's any consolation."

You knew the prince was, and you knew Hongjoong felt the same, but it was different when actually hearing the words coming from Seonghwa's mouth. You should have known Seonghwa would have picked up on you and San and Yunho; Seonghwa was extremely intuned with the spirits and was emotionally sensitive as well.

"But, we are to wed. You will become a princess and we'll spend the rest of our lives together. I know I'm not your first nor your second, or even your third choice. But I can promise you, I will dedicate my whole world to making sure that you never regret following your duty with me." He smiled hopefully.

You swallowed down your guilt and tried to let shine your developing feelings for Seonghwa. "I couldn't ask for a better prince," You joked.

Seonghwa laughed under his breath, his smile breaking your heart even more. "Promise, I know it's the night before our wedding, but can I ask for one favor?"

"What is it?" You asked curiously.

HIs eyes shook a little in nervousness. "Could I beg for a kiss? I don't want our first kiss to be when we wed."

"I don't think…"

"I know it's forward of me to ask," Seonghwa looked uncertain.

You laughed under your breath. "You're not being too forward."

Seonghwa looked confused. "Then why?"

Your heart felt like it was twisting and turning in many directions. "I love them so much, Seonghwa." You tried to play it off as you didn't want to betray San and Yunho, but at this moment, you knew you were betraying Seonghwa. He didn't deserve to be deceived in this way.

Seonghwa cupped your face with one hand and you couldn't help but lean into it. His hand was warm but more importantly, you could feel the adoration coming from him as well. Would it really be so bad to exchange one kiss before you left forever? At least Seonghwa could have that.

"But you also have a deep affection for me too, do you not?" Seonghwa pushed the conversation.

"What I feel for you, Seonghwa," You let regretful tears fill your eyes, "I don't understand it."

"I know this is an arranged marriage but I'm certain love can come from it." Seonghwa tilted his head and slotted his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet, tender and kind. Everything that Seonghwa encompassed. You started to cry into the kiss, however. Tears fell down your face. Seonghwa's thumbs moved soothingly along the planes of your cheeks. When he finished the kiss, you could see that Seonghwa too was crying.

Seonghwa's shoulders moved with his sobs, moved by your emotions. "I know you mourn for them but I believe I love you, Promise. I can't replace them but if you allow your heart to be open to me as well, then I believe you will love me in return."

Once your date with Seonghwa was at an end, you returned to your rooms to help everyone to pack and to leave. You pushed all your emotions aside and did your best. But it was actually Mingi who approached you.

"Don't push yourself," he put a hand on your hip, his arm pulling you against his body.

"I'm fine, Mingi," You moved to push him off of you but the earth bender was stronger than that, in both will and body.

"You're not fine," Mingi insisted. "Let the rest of us help."

San was teasing Yunho about how much rope he kept piling into his backpack. Hongjoong and Yeosang were trying to figure out if the rations everyone had squirreled away were enough. But Wooyoung, Jongho and Mingi's eyes were on you.

"He's right, you know," Jongho mentioned, always sharpening his knife, and preparing for a fight in case the Northern Water Tribe found out of your betrayal.

"We can take some of your burden," Wooyoung said with vulnerable eyes where normally he was always teasing.

You felt your walls crumbling. "Don't. We need to be strong. We need to leave."

Mingi rubbed his cheek against the crown of your head. "We know we aren't the avatar, or the prince, or even your first loves, but we can help you with this."

You leaned against Mingi and held your hand out to Wooyoung, who took it and squeezed it tightly. But you directed your words to the bounty hunter. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Diamond," Jongho let a rare smile pull his cheeks up.

"Okay, I think we're ready," Hongjoong announced with a proud smile. "Let's get out of here and go to the--"

And then the world shook.

"What the hell was that?" Wooyoung demanded.

Yeosang moved to the window of Hongjoong's room and his eyes tightened in anger. "It's the fire nation."

You all watched in horror as fireballs came flying at the beautiful ice city.

San's face turned hard. "This is our chance. While the city is under attack, there will be no soldiers to avoid. We can leave in peace."

Hongjoong shook his head. "No, San, I can't. I am the avatar and I am the reason they're attacking. I have to help them."

Yunho's eyes met yours across the room. "Seonghwa," he mouthed to you.

"Hongjoong!" You shouted to get the avatar's attention.

The look in his eyes, big and worried, let you know he was thinking the same as you. "I'll protect the city, you--"

"No!" Mingi cut off Hongjoong immediately. "We shouldn't get separated. We should stay together. We work better as a team."

"He's right," Jongho agreed.

"We stay together, we rescue the prince, and then we mess up the fire kingdom," Wooyoung grinned wickedly.

The eight of you moved quickly through the castle in search of Seonghwa. Hongjoong realized quickly that Seonghwa, as the spiritual connection, was at the north pole, the very place the two of them had been spending most of their time together.

"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa cried out upon seeing the avatar. He raced up to him and kissed him out of gratitude.

Hongjoong was surprised but didn't break the kiss. Yeosang didn't look very pleased. Neither did Yunho. Nor San. "What do you need from us? From me?"

The benders were the first line of defense. You, Mingi, San and Yeosang stood at the edge of the grass, waiting for the fire nation to come to the spiritual center of the North, the most important place with the most important person, the avatar. Then it was the warriors, Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung. Finally, Seonghwa was helping Hongjoong oversee his connection to the spirit realm. If Hongjoong could search out for guidance as the avatar, perhaps he could yet save the Northern Tribe.

The battle was tough. It took all of your bending skills and then digging into your limits to keep the fire nation off of Hongjoong. And when you couldn't bend anymore, the warriors used their skills, protecting the tired benders and their loves. But still Hongjoong was stuck in the spirit world with Seonghwa. Their heads were pressed together, knees touching with their legs crossed, and Hongjoong's arrows illuminating Seonghwa's precious features.

You thought the fire nation might actually be successful in acquiring the avatar and perhaps ending the cycle before Hongjoong could fix the world. The fire nation warriors broke through the warriors and latched onto Seonghwa, pulling him from the spirit realm.

"No!" Seonghwa shouted, arms outstretched but he was too far from Hongjoong. "I still need to help him! Let go of me!"

"Shut him up, we'll use him against his father later as a hostage!" The leader of the fire nation warriors snapped.

The soldier who held Seonghwa knocked the prince out cold just as Mingi had summoned enough bending power to shake the ground and knocked Seonghwa into the sacred pond where the ocean and the moon spirit were in.

"Seonghwa!" You shouted but San kept you from going after him. "San, let go of me!" You clawed at his arms but it was no use.

"Dream, you can't help them," Yunho rasped, bloody and tired as well from his battle.

"Hongjoong, please wake up," You sobbed, "Save Seonghwa. Save us. Save the world. Please, Avatar!"

All seemed lost in the moment. Seonghwa was floating face down, Hongjoong was not of this world, and the rest of your group were either defeated or out of any energy to aid. You sobbed into San's arms. "Avatar, save us."

Hongjoong's eyes snapped open. He was emotionless as he walked into the pool where Seonghwa was dying. He plunged into the water, which you knew was not deep enough to lose Hongjoong but something else seemed to be going on here. The water seemed to turn a bright white and a dark black at the same time, much like the colors of the fish who had been swirling in the pond. A gentle wave deposited Seonghwa to your arms while a fierce wave took out the fire nation soldiers and swept them to the depths of the water and they never resurfaced.

The water that was a mixture of the deep depths of the ocean and the bright light of the moon moved from the north pole. Hongjoong appeared as a creature towering over the walls of the Northern tribe, a combination of power and greatness, floating in the center of the creation made from water and light. The world went dark and the water of the ocean pulled back. The only thing that anyone could see was the avatar.

The fire nation's boats collapsed onto the seabed, useless water crafts with no water. With no way to fight a creature made from water and light, there was no fight. Any warriors still in the city were mysteriously swept out with the ocean receding. Once it was clear the city was safe, the mixture of light and water came back to the north pole. The light came back to the moon and the water covered the fire nation's boats that remained at the bottom of the ocean forevermore.

You sobbed over Seonghwa, well aware that you had no energy to save him, nothing left to pull out the water that was clearly in his lungs. Hongjoong had pushed Seonghwa from the water, and saved the city from the fire nation, but Seonghwa…

"Here, dream," Yunho pulled the prince from your arms, laid him on the ground and began to pump his chest, slanting his lips across Seonghwa's to pull the water from his lungs the old fashion way.

Oddly enough, as Hongjoong came out of the water, the last remnant of the spirits possessing him showing that one eye was fiercely bright and the other inky dark, Seonghwa coughed out water and breathed in deeply. Yunho turned him to his side and Seonghwa rid himself of all the water he had inhaled. Hongjoong came to consciousness and Yeosang was there to catch him before the avatar also collapsed in exhaustion.

"Did we do it?" Hongjoong whispered roughly.

"Are we safe?" Seonghwa asked, voice hoarse.

"You did it, Avatar," Yeosang answered, silent tears streaming down his face.

"We're safe, sweet prince," Yunho assured him.

"Actually, I'll have you know, if it wasn't for me--" Jongho smacked Wooyoung from behind the head before the bandit could take credit for saving the world. Wooyoung smiled bashfully, "Thank you, Avatar."

That night it was made clear to the Northern Tribe that more important factors were working on the world currently. You were excused from your betrothal, acknowledged as an important member of the avatar's team. Hongjoong needed people close to him if he was going to defeat the fire nation and balance the world as it was always meant to be, all the great elements in harmony, with the avatar exuding all of them. Seonghwa joined your team, not to be left behind, but to be an emissary and representation of the northern tribe.

"I'm kinda sad we don't get to sneak out of the tribe. I always wanted to see just how hard it was," Wooyoung whispered lowly, so that Seonghwa couldn't overhear.

San was the one to send a frown to the earth kingdom's bandit. "I think the fight was good enough, Woo."

"What do you mean I have too much?" Seonghwa lamented, pointing to his many bags.

"You can only take what you carry, sweet prince," Yunho said with a small smile on his face, clearly amused, and still taken, by Seonghwa.

"It'll be fun, Seonghwa," Hongjoong squeezed Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Who says it's going to be fun when you plan on invading the fire nation!" Jongho protested.

"The fire nation," Mingi repeated, fear painting his features.

Only you and Yeosang stood a bit apart from your group. You both felt like a fist was slowly closing in your stomach, only making anxiety ride higher. You two may not get along, Yeosang entirely sure that you were slowly becoming the center of Hongjoong's world, where he used to be the only one apart of that pattern, but in this you were in agreement: the fire nation was a dangerous place to be.

But when Yeosang's pinky hit yours, that shy way that Hongjoong and Yeosang held hands, you thought perhaps, between all nine of you, that you might get through this. At least with each other to lean on, it seemed more likely.

Besides, you were with the avatar. With Hongjoong, anything seemed possible.

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sleepyxxhead · 11 months

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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 3: Protective!Kirishima x Reckless!Reader

CONTENT: sick!reader, Kirishima calls reader “pretty”

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

CHARACTERS:Kirishima Eijiro x fem!reader

NOTES:DFSAFLKD WEEK 3 :000 i feel like flufftober has really motivated me to write so i kind of want to do something like flufftober every month but maybe only like 2 works per month! idk just a thought :)

You had always been reckless.

Your family was perhaps one of the most careful and reserved families in your community growing up, but you were the shining star amidst the dark, black, sky. You were outspoken, reckless, and incredibly fragile. Your family chided you everyday for getting a scrape on your knee, getting into a fight at recess, or playing in the rain too much; but still, they were always there to patch you up.

When you finally got into your dream school U.A. and moved in, you didn’t have anyone to tend to your wounds anymore. When you took it a little too far during training, no one was in your dorm to help heal you.

Until Eijirou.

He had noticed that you were always getting hurt or sick from being too careless, so he decided to check up on you one day after training. And there you were, trying to get an ice pack stay on your ankle. He chuckled a bit before helping you to properly wrap your foot. He stayed with you, holding the ice pack to your swollen ankle and making light conversation. You had a great time with him despite the immense pain shooting up your leg; laughing at his jokes or his charming stupidity.

From that night on, Eijirou came to check on your every night, tending to your wounds, taking care of you if you were sick, or just keeping you company. You became close friends, hanging out during most of your free time.

There was one particular week when you had a really bad cold and Ei had to stay the night in your room to make sure you were okay. It was during this week that your relationship blossomed into something even more; you both realized your feelings for each other and by the end of the week, the red headed boy confessed to you.

“Mina-chan! Let’s go to the store!” you called to your friend from the kitchen. “We need some more snacks.”

“Can’t you get Sato to bake something for you? It’s pouring rain,” she whined from her spot on the couch.

“Come on! I’ll pay~” you urged, trying to drag her off of the sofa.

In an instant, she hopped up, grabbing her purse. “Well why didn’t you lead with that? Let me get my umbrella!”

You waited by the door, scrolling through your phone as you slipped your shoes on.

“Aren’t you going to bring an umbrella?” your friend asked you.

“No, I don’t need one,” you said dismissively, opening the front doors to the dorms. “Let’s go.”

After grabbing too many a couple snacks from the convenience store, you and Mina headed back, both holding two plastic bags of food each. “We definitely got too much,” Mina sighed, looking down at her bags.

“No such thing as too much snacks.” You shrugged as you walked back into the kitchen, setting your bags down.

You noticed an itchy feeling rising in your nose, but ignored it, putting the snacks into the pantry. “Everyone! Mina and I got…!” you trailed off, feeling a sneeze coming on. Achoo! you covered your mouth with your elbow, furrowing your eyebrows. “...snacks.”

As you went on with your day, you kept sneezing and sniffling, you nose was almost completely clogged up, and your head was throbbing.

You laid down in your bed, scrolling through your phone for a while before Eijirou came to check up on you.

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been sniffling and stuff a lot today,” he asked, knocking on your open door.

You held out a thumbs up for him, because you knew that if you spoke, he’d realize that you were completely congested.

“You sure? You went out in the rain earlier today.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

Again, you only held out a thumbs up.

He strode across your room to your bed, handing you a glass of water and some cold medicine. “Come on, I know you’re sick.”

You sighed before sitting up to take the medicine. You gulped down all the cool water, not realizing how thirsty you were.

He sat at the foot of your bed for a while, scrolling through his phone, showing you funny tiktoks he saw, and grabbing you whatever you needed.

Despite his efforts however, your cold only got worse. You couldn’t go to school, so he always made sure you had everything you needed and came back to check on you as soon as he could.

He made sure you took your medicine, refilled your water everytime it was empty, made you food (to the best of his abilities he tried), and kept you company. Over the week, it seemed like you had spent more time together than you had spent with your own parents. You had never noticed how handsome he was, with his shark-toothed smile, toned muscles, and big, red, puppy dog eyes.

You found yourself falling in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. Every time he tucked you into bed or gave you head scratches, blood would rush to your face, turning it a bright red. You started to want to see him even more, even if it meant staying sick. That’s part of the reason you were sick for a whole week: you didn’t want to stop spending so much time with Eijirou.

Of course it was selfish, you knew that much. You were trying to spend more time with your crush by making him take care of you. But you just couldn’t help it — he was too charming and caring.

By the end of the week when you were starting to get better, you finally confessed to Eijirou when he came back into your room from filling your glass of water. You had been thinking about it all week long, and you blurted it out before you could even think about what you wanted to say.

“I like you.”

His eyes widened, a surprised look on his face. “I-I like you too, Y/n,” he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. He set the water down on your bedside table, while he sat at the foot of your bed. “What made you say that all of a sudden?”

You laughed together about the awkward way you confessed, but ultimately ended up cuddled up next to each other, watching a movie.

“You’re gonna get sick, y’know?” you told him as he wrapped his arm around your side.

“It’s okay, pretty. I won’t,” he said, rubbing your back.

Soon, you were too tired to pay attention to what was happening in the movie anymore. You turned to snuggled your face into his shoulder.

“Screen’s that way, Y/n,” he teased.

You only hummed into his shoulder, cuddling into him even more.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered as he shut his laptop. “Rest up, darling.”

You were half asleep at this point, barely registering what he was saying to you. All you were thinking about were his arms wrapped around you and his fingers running through your hair.

NOTES:AHHH this was literally so late it's week 4 now *sobs* IM SO SORRYYYY jfdksla;jfsda

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operationslipperypuppet · 4 months

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fic masterpost!

(in no particular order and with shorter summaries than the ones attached to them on ao3)

My Home is in Your Arms (series):

The Void of an Absence - Moonshine has a plan on hand immediately following Cobb’s death. She wasn’t expecting Hardwon to already be gone.

how to think about you (without it ripping my heart out) - In the years Hardwon is gone, Moonshine takes up a habit of writing him letters with no intention of letting him read them. With the exception of the one she writes upon his return. (a 5+1 fic)

Fools Rush In (Idiots, However, Take 200 Years) - A missing scene from part 2, the conversation Moonshine and Hardwon have about the contents of her last letter to him.

I’ll Sweep You Off Your Feet When I’m There to Stay - Hardwon teleports from Malscurial to Kord’s Great Hall and sees his favorite people in the world for the first time in three years.

Burdens of Best Friends - Cobb tells Jolene he will be joining the Boobs on their quest in the Astral Plane, asks her for a favor, and says goodbye.

Campfires, Tales, and Home - While traveling with Callie and Sol, Hardwon shares a story of his adventures and what he considers to be his home.

The Wheel of Joy - You are an orphan who has heard tales of the former Titans of Bahumia, people who were said to one day become gods. You’re not sure you believe it, until one of them gives you power in a moment of great need. And then you learn how tied to the world they are as you use this power to help people in great need.

my words will be your light (to carry you to me) - Right after arriving in Kord’s Great Hall, Hardwon and Moonshine steal a moment in a quiet place. They don’t have a ton of time, but they make it count.

Better Dreams (and Days) Ahead - After nearly losing his life to save Maw Maw and the Crick, Cooter heads home. But then Jolene visits, and asks him for a favor.

A Promise of Hope is Enough to Feel Free - Immediately after returning to the Crick from her extended stay in Gladeholm with Lucanus, Jolene turns toward Cobb with some concerns about what is to come. He has some choice words about this affluent headmaster and his “stupid little friend”.

darling we’re all a little splintered and battered - Hardwon returns to the Crick, alone, to retire. But before he can start his new life of isolation, he has to talk to Mee Maw.

you are my sweetest downfall - Melora feels Aryox fall in the fight with the paladin of Gruumsh sent to steal the Ice Knife, and gets there as fast as she can. Unable to save him, and upon hearing his last moments, her power surges to protect him and his sacrifice from the world.

Knowing - When the Crick names a new Mee Maw, she is offered to pick a confidant to receive powers of Sight by Melora. For Jolene Cybin, this person was Cobb. He used his gifts well.

no version of me i would rather be tonight - After sending off Duck Team, Aryox accepts his fate of living in that cave as a spirit forever. Melora asks him to come home instead.

and that’s it for now! i will reblog and add more as i write more, but here they all are.

#naddpod #fanfic #my fics

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drunknillawafer · 14 days

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right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 5

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

hiiii part 5! sorry for the wait!! omg things got hectic but my schedule has now gotten super free and i had to just write! i can't wait for y'all to see what i have planned for this fic like... also i changed yue and sokka's relationship a bit so i hope you guys like my take on it! these characters are not mine and i do not own them! rmr to like or reblog or comment to let me know if you like it, the feedback helps sooo much! enjoy reading >.< about 1799 words

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I want you to protect my daughter.

The Chief tasks Sokka and I with the most important mission of all: making sure Princess Yue remains safe during the Fire Nation invasion. Our week-long stay at the Northern Water Tribe turned sour and we were all gearing for battle. It’s just like them, the empire, to ruin anything good.

In the beginning, I was amazed by the icy fortress. It was the most snow I’d ever seen in my life. During the day, it was calming to breathe the cold air in and out. Such a harsh contrast from the constant crimson and heat I was used to. It felt like a cleanse. Or maybe that’s just how it feels to be around so many water-benders.

Katara had trouble convincing them that she was worth teaching, as only boys and men can become water-benders. Girls were stuck with the healing. But Master Pakku should’ve known better than to spit this rhetoric in her face.

Sokka and I were baffled, almost laughing, knowing what was to come.

She quickly impressed him and bested every single one of his students. In a week, she progressed beyond any of them and shut Master Pakku right up. She deserves this, she’s been working tirelessly and on her own. With official technique and teachings, she could be the best water-bender in the world.

Me? I was enjoying the solitude of the ice and snow in front of me. It was quiet up here. You could pretend the Fire Nation didn’t exist with how endless the sea drifted off.

After coming out to Aang, Sokka, and Katara, I was focused on sharpening my bending skills. I was a little rough around the edges, but I smoothed them out in no time. Fire-bending felt like breathing. It felt like blinking. It felt like… I’m me again.

That glee, though, lasted for only a week before the Fire Nation showed up at the Northern Water Tribe’s doorsteps.

Now, Sokka and I were walking around the icy homes and bridges, looking for Princess Yue amidst the chaos.

“Sokka! Y/N!” She calls out for us. I turn towards her voice and spot her. The Princess is a few yards away, closing the space in a hurry. “There’s someone attacking the Oasis!”

“Stay here with Yue,” I tell Sokka. “I’ll go ahead.” The boy in blue nods at my instruction and she points me in the direction she was coming from. I use my bending to propel myself into the air, moving faster than walking or running ever could.

When I reach the circular door, I instantly see water and fire clashing together, taking the other out. It’s a fire-bender attacking Katara. I remain quiet as I walk closer to them, leveraging the element of surprise.

The enemy gets the better of Katara, knocking her into a wooden pole. She’s unable to get up and continue fighting.

Every step I take reveals the details of the fire-bender. He grabs Aang, not knowing I’m right behind him.

I’m close enough to hear him now. “You rise with the moon; I rise with the sun.” His voice hits me like a thousand bricks. I know that voice, I love that voice. That voice visits me in my dreams.

I raise my fists and ignite fire-blades. “Put him down, Zuko.”

He turns around. His shoulders drop when he meets my familiar gaze and his eyebrows burrow. “Y/N?”

“Put him down.” I repeat, any sign of a happy reunion absent on my face.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, igniting a bubble in my throat. I want to cry; I want to jump into his arms. I want to ask him where he’s been, and who he is now. But his grip on Aang doesn’t loosen, and I know he’s not my Zuko anymore. He’s someone else entirely.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t.” He replies, and I can hear a pinch of sorrow in his tone. His words work to distract me for a split second, and he aims a fire-bending kick at me. Punching and burning the side of my ribs. I was not expecting that blunt of a force to knock me out, but it did. He knows my weak spots like I know his.

Zuko vanishes with the young Avatar and it’s just me and Katara, laying on the soft grass, defeated. We look at each other, mirroring the same expression, water begging to escape our eyes.

He knew I wouldn’t be expecting such a strong blow from him. He knew I would take it easy. Just like he should know, I’m a better fighter when I’m angry.

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Sokka, Katara, Princess Yue, and I are flying through the skies on Appa trying to look for Aang and Zuko. Where could they have gone?

I’ve been in a silent fury since they found Katara and I in the oasis, sans Aang, and I’m sure Sokka’s noticed by now that I’m in a different state of mind. The wound on my side isn’t getting any easier to manage, and I’m pissed.

I wince from the burn. “Let me help.” Katara offers. I lay on my back, watching the sky pass Appa by, and let her heal me. She takes this chance to ask a question. “Y/N, what did Zuko mean by ‘you know I can’t?” Sokka slightly turns his head, focusing on my answer. “Do you guys know each other?”

I sigh. “Zuko was my best friend.”

“The one from the agni kai?” She asks, remembering my story from Jeong Jeong’s hideout.

“Yes. We grew up together, we were… close.” I take a breath to stop myself from crying. The pain from using my lungs proving to be less hurtful than my reunion with Zuko. I’m not going to spend any more tears on him. I don’t even know him anymore. “Then he left, and I didn’t see him for three years. The Fire Lord banished him… for not fighting back that day.” Sokka faces forward again, clearly bothered by the revelation. “He’s looking for Aang, it’s the only way he can come back home.”

As Katara’s gentle hands heal my wounds, Sokka speaks up. “And I thought I couldn’t hate the guy any more than I already do.”

A flashing light dashes across the blue sky and almost inherently, Katara knows its Aang. “That’s got to be him!” She points, and Sokka guides Appa in the direction of the shooting star.

Soon enough, we find Zuko holding an awakened Aang by his collar and land Appa nearby. He drops the Avatar and gets in his fighting stance. “Here for a rematch?”

I’m the first one to leap, feet landing on the snow. “You were never much of a match.” I immediately begin an attack on him, making the moon jealous of my power under it. I knock him out of balance, but I’m not the only one with a vendetta.

Katara bends snow to lift him up and pull him down with force, effectively knocking him out of consciousness.

Sokka reaches Aang and cuts him free from the rope. “The spirits are in trouble!” The Avatar warns, “Let’s get back to the oasis.”

Everyone climbs back onto Appa, but before we’re in the air, the air-bender speaks up. “We can’t leave him here.”

“Yes, we can. Cmon, let’s go!” Sokka hurries.

“No, we can’t. He’s a person, he’ll die.” Aang looks to me, as if he already knows our history and as much as I dislike it, he’s right. We can’t leave him here. Even if I don’t know who he is anymore, I still wouldn’t let anything like that happen to him.

Aang grabs Zuko, sits him on Appa’s saddle, and hurries off into the sky.

☆

Zuko’s Uncle, Iroh, is holding the dead moon-spirit in his hands. Seeing him here with Katara and Sokka is unnerving. But alas, another reunion is put on the back burner. The world is in shades of grey, thanks to Admiral Zhao. We’re too late.

The old man looks at Yue, taking in her moon-light hair. “Maybe you can do something. You have been touched by the spirit.”

“I have,” Yue answers. “It gave me life. Maybe I can give it back.”

She gets up to touch the cream-colored fish, but Sokka’s hesitant. “No!” He grabs onto her arm. “Your father told me to protect you. I can’t let you do this.”

“It’s true. He told us to make sure nothing happens to you.” I stand by his side. The three of us were becoming closer each day we spent here. We- I can’t let her go.

“It’s my duty.” She says, in all her regal manner. She lets go of his hand to place her hands on the moon spirit. Instantly, it starts to glow.

Princess Yue faints into Sokka’s arms, and we all know what just happened. She’s gone. After a few seconds, her body mystically disappears, and the single fish begins to glow in Iroh’s hands.

He places it back into the Oasis Pond. The fish swims, letting us know it’s alive. Letting us know Yue is alive.

The spirit rises from the water, forming into a beautiful Princess in front of us. She looks ethereal, glowing in white. I’m speechless.

“Good-bye, Sokka.” She whispers. “Thank you, both, for protecting me.” She holds my cheek with her left hand and Sokka’s with her right, letting us feel her new embodiment.

Then, she fizzles away, leaving an empty space where she once was.

☆

“I’m surprised, Prince Zuko, that you are not trying to capture the Avatar. Is it because of your old friend?” Iroh questions. In the Oasis, he noticed Y/N and her change of heart. She had grown since he last saw her, much like Zuko. It ignited a spark of hope inside him that one day his nephew may follow in her footsteps and bring back the honor to the Fire Nation.

“I’m tired.” The prince replies. How long had it been since he had a good night’s sleep? He couldn’t remember.

All he could think about was Y/N and how she so gracefully defeated him. It ached his heart, how much he missed her. Their first time seeing each other in 3 years, and he strikes her on the side. Is this who he was now?

He spent the last few years at sea, looking for the Avatar so he could come home to Y/N. So they could begin the next phase of their relationship together.

He thought about this moment every day, and he ruined it. What does she think of him now?

A smile crept up on his face, though.

Zuko thinks to himself, Yeah, she’s a better fighter when she’s angry.

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Into the Boards

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Trevor Zegras x reader

Warnings: arguing (if you could call it that)

Word count: 1.1k

You wait for Trevor at the end hall, not liking the hustle and bustle by the locker room. Too many people going in and out, along with families waiting for their dad, son, brother, uncle, boyfriend, or husband.

Being down here also lets you rerun the game in your head. However with this game there was only one play running through your mind and it was Trevor being checked into the boards.

From what you heard, read, and seen he was quite the shit talker on the ice and the other teams had it out for him. The more games he plays the more hits, slashes, and checks he takes.

It’s only a matter of time before he ends up in an actual fight and it will probably be with one of the bigger guys.

An arm slinging itself around your shoulders breaks you away from your thoughts.

“Hey, are you ready to go home?” Trevor asks placing a kiss on your forehead.

You nod.

“Did you enjoy the game?”

“Yeah, if you guys keep playing like that you might just make it to playoffs.”

He laughs, “A man can dream.”

The two of you make your way to the car. You wonder if you should bring up the hard hit, you know he’s fine, he texted you when the period was over.

It’s just the fact that it’s been happening a lot more recently. Yeah it comes with the job but you still worry.

When you get to the car you make the decision that you’ll ask when you get home, knowing that if anything was wrong its best to be handled at home.

A freshly showered Trevor joins you on the bed. Pulling you over to him, he places his head on your chest.

You gently run your hands through his hair, “How’s your head?”

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did.” He says lifting his head up to look at you, “But I’ll be fine.”

You nod but sit up, making him do the same, “Are you fine?”

“I just told I was fine baby, there’s no need to worry.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“What are you talking about?” He asks

You think for a moment wondering if you are ready to bring it up.

You sigh, “Why you’re so hotheaded on the ice? It’s like you’re looking for a fight every game.”

He gives you a confused look, “What are talking about? He came after me.”

You sit up straight, “Trevor, I’m not talking about just tonight, you will chirp anyone on the ice big or small. You probably spend the same amount of time on the ice as you do in the box.”

He sighs clearly not liking this conversation, “It’s part of the game. It’s what we do.”

“You picked a fight with Vince Dunn, he’s a fighter. He would’ve had you on your ass before you even got your gloves off.” You tell him, “And when you played Boston you had Brad Marchand going after you more than once. Then the unneeded cross checking when you played the San Jose. All you do is pick fights.”

“Vince said slashed me first so I returned it, and I would not have been on my ass.” He scoffs

You roll your eyes, “You cried when I accidentally hit you too hard when we were play fighting, you definitely would’ve been on your ass.”

“I was just messing around, you didn’t really hurt me.” He claims

He gets up off the bed, “And why does this matter now? What’s the point of this conversation?”

“It matters because I care about you and every time you step foot on that ice I worry about you.” You stress getting out of the bed, “And the point is that your team won’t always be there to protect you the next time you decide to pick a fight. I can see that it’s taking a toll on you, mentally and physically.”

You stand in front him, “So why do you keep doing it?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, “Maybe to seem cool. To make people take me more seriously. I don’t know.”

“You think people don’t take you seriously?”

He runs a hand through his hair, “Everyone thinks I’m a bust, that I’m no good. I just want to prove that I’m enough, that I’m good enough to be here.”

He sits on the bed, “I want people to see me the way they see Jack or Cole and if they don’t see me that way then I want to be a person they’re scared of. The person they don’t want to mess with on the ice.”

You place your hands on his face, “The only person you should be comparing yourself to is your old self and how far you’ve come. You, Jack, and Cole are different players. You all have a different perspectives and ways of playing.”

You place a short but sweet kiss on his lips, “And you’re not a bust, Z. You’re one hell of hockey player and you deserve to be here. You are enough.”

He smiles softly, “We’re dating, you’re supposed to say that.”

“I would tell you that even if we weren’t.” You say, “But do you know how many people would say the same thing? Or how many people look up to you?”

He takes your hands from his face and holds them, “I just feel like I could do better, be better.”

“And you can.” You tell him, “But to be better you have to be yourself, not what you think others want you to be. You have so much potential, Z. And it hurts to watch you waste it on stupid fights and time in the box.”

You straddle him and push back the hair in his face, “You deserve everything that this world has to offer.”

He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips.

“Even when you’re a jackass.” You mumble

He laughs, “Look, I’ll try my best to stop but I don’t know about the guys who have it out for me.”

“Well you better or else.” You threaten

“Or else what?”

You pat his cheek, “Keep being stupid and you’ll find out.”

He lays back taking you with him, “Am I a jackass or am I stupid?”

You smile, “You’re both.”

“You can only pick one.”

“Well you’re a jackass on the ice and stupid all the time. So really, you’re just stupid for being a jackass.” You reply

He gently pushes you off of him, “If you’re going to be rude I’ll go sleep in the couch.”

He sits up but you pull him back down, “You’d be back after an hour.”

“I would not.” he argues

“Oh, but you would. You’re a big baby, who just wants to be loved.”

You pepper his face with kisses, but make sure to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.

You grab his face, “I love you, you know? That’s why I worry.”

“I know.” He answers, “I love you too, baby. And I’m sorry for making you worry.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x yn #NHL Hockey #nhl imagine #anahiem ducks

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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year

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ARE YOU EXCITED!!!!!!!!

Ahhhh Nonny I AM excited. I AM VIBRATING

I KNOW I KNOW

For book fans like me, there were some really disappointing elements last season. I was so excited to meet Eskel (lolsob) I was so excited for Yen and Ciri to meet and the magic lessons at the temple (lolsob). I hated her betrayal, I hated Vesemirs betrayal, I was so upset because I do get invested damnit and I did contemplate up and quitting the whole thing.

However, I cannot! I cannot quit this story, I love this cast, and what is more, the trailer looks really really cool.

The trailer has the theme of neutrality vs choosing a side, it has Geralt being devoted to protecting Ciri, it has THANNED it has some really exciting looking fights scenes and monster scenes and Ciri coming into herself. They also released extra scenes where Yen and Ciri and Geralt are bonding, which, dear god I hope are not a dream sequence or something like that, but Ciri is teaching Yen to ice skate!!!! That’s straight out of our fanfic fantasies for book fans who know how important ice skating is to Ciri’s story! I have a fic like that!!

I know that hope is dangerous but I’m afraid that I have it, I’ve caught the hopes 😂

I also know that a lot of people are complaining about the outfits and styling. Let me be honest I really do not notice that stuff much? I’m totally ignorant about style and fashion and such and I think Yen looks stunning because Anya Chalotra is such a stunning natural beauty, and omg her and Geralt at the ball together yesss and yes ok Joeys real life hair is a lot better than the one they have on the show but he’s still beautiful 🤷🏻‍♀️ bc that’s all that beautiful man can be, and I love the eyeliner and I can’t wait to see his face again.

Also Joey has basically confirmed that he has a male love interest this season, which is beyond my wildest dreams for this show. I would happily throw down with anyone about this being a bad idea for the story bc it’s a great idea actually. And hey speaking of queer story lines what if we get a scrap of Triss and Philippa??? What then??? I would throw a parade.

So yeah.

The writing is the writing and it’s never gonna be the prestige writing of my dreams (i would absolutely kill for fuckin premium top shelf Andor level writing for a witcher story, but I know that what I want is not what mass audiences want) and it will never be the books and I am sure there will be things I’ll nitpick b/c that’s me but the trailer looks awesome and the cast is terrific and I can’t wait to spend time with this cast and these characters and my body is ready.

I will be seated I will have my bells on. I will woop when I see Yenny boo and Gerri boi and my daughter Cirilla and Myanna as Tissaia again and Jaskier and Philippa etc etc etc and we may even see the love of my life Milva at the end.

If I come back bitching and complaining about it then I come back bitching and complaining about it but I’m gonna give it a chance. And I’m super excited based on the trailer.

#asks #the witcher #TWN

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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my favorite angel💗 im the one with the review last chapter with the geno scene and you asked if I wanted an emoji and i would love that! if it’s ok with you can i be 🩰?

alright first off, i hope you’re pillow is cold on both sides and you have a dream that will make you wake up smiling and giddy because you’re so amazing! i freaking love you thank you for still delivering on time!

alright some notes!

•ugh baby pazzi😭😭😭😭

•ice being brought up and kk and her still being the biggest menaces and betting on paige and azzi THE KIDS MISS THEIR MOMS TOGETHER!!!!

•”not when i spent four years fighting to keep our relationship from getting crushed under whatever it is that Azzi is to you”

•”calling olivia would have meant calling someone who would inevitably make paige face the truth, just like she had today”

•”the move to the valkyries was a lot more than just basketball for paige”

the description of Azzi in her bathrob IKTR PAIGE WANTS TO MAKE ANOTHER BABY WITH HER

•and of course my baby stephie being an angel and softning paige and making her world feel better after the pc

•this line made me want to cry because it felt like such a deeper meaning😭😭😭 “just wait az,imma teach her all the good things”😭😭😭

•paige seeing how good of a mom azzi is and wishing she was there to do it with her😭💔

•azzi watching the press conference

•AZZI CALLING ICE TO MAKE SURE SHE WAS OK SHE STILL CARES😭😭

•Azzi getting protective over olivia calling her out like that and the tension of even the mention of olivia

•STEPHIE LIKING PURPLE SUCH A SIMPLE BUT FAMILIAR SIMILARITY TO PAIGE🥺

•AZZI TELLING HER MOM SHE MISSES PAIGE???? STEPHIE HEARING AND TELLING P AND P ALSO TELLING AZZI😭😭😭

•THE ENDING ARE YOU KIDDING ME UGHHHHH I CANT TAKE IT

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY ANGEL! You’re just awesome and my angel and this book is my drug and i need more and more as i read, i am absolutely in awe ok so this was long so i’ll come back with some notes for the next chapters even though i am obsessed with how this is going i love it!💗💗

YOU'RE MY ANGEL! And of course you can be 🩰 anon babes!

The kids really were collateral damage, I wonder if any of them are a little bitter about it?

LMAO Paige really would love another baby but she's not special cause I too would love to make a baby with Azzi Fudd (yes that scene was very much just me living out my own dreams through Paige)

That line definitely has a deeper implication!

They both still care but they're just dumbasses who need to fight against it for a little bit before maybe they learn how to fight for it but at least Stephie's there to be smart and helpful!

Paige is a people-pleaser but the people she wants to please most are Azzi and Stephie, so fuck anybody else's party lmao

That conversation is definitely gonna happen soon!

Ah yes the question that's still lingering, the mystery behind the pregnancy, all will be revealed eventual

Next chapter will be a lot of Paige-Azzi-Stephie I promise <3

Listen there's no getting up without falling down first...

#ask #fic talk #🩰 anon my lovely angel <3 #i appreciate you so much my love and i'm glad you're here!

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Are you really doing bg3 fics with the blizzard prompts? If so, how about " i g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold... " with whoever you choose.

I was planning on doing BG3 fics when I feel like I have a better understanding of the companions, but I was inspired by this prompt so I may as well start now! Here's a little drabble featuring my drow druid Tav (renamed Ivy,) and her beloved companions Shadowheart, Karlach, and Lae'zel.

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Our Paths Will Never Cross Again

Narrator: Although deep in sleep, you feel a pull into something deeper. A place beyond the realm of dreams. You feel cold, freezing to your very bones. You've never been this cold in your life. Your teeth chatter as you try to fight it. Dimly, you know that you must wake up…

Ivy plunges bare hands into the snow, her numb fingers trying to hold onto something, anything, while the blizzard rages around her. She’s never seen snow before and has always imagined it to be soft and quiet - a gentle wonderland. This is sharp and biting. The wind howling in her ears an unbearable cacophony.

Her muscles are weakening, but she must keep going. Keeping low to the ground, Ivy pushes herself forward against the oncoming, frozen tide.

Where are they? She wonders, desperately. Why can't I hear or see them? They were just here.

Ivy peers through the violent flurries but it's impossible to see anything beyond the snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes. She's so tired. Maybe if she lay down for a moment. Just rested for a little while. Then she’d have the strength to keep going later. Later, later…

Narrator: Warmth encompasses your shoulder, so hot it feels as though it burns through skin to the bone. The heat spreads to your arms and you feel something take hold beneath them and pull. You are aware of a sudden darkness and stillness. The aching in your ears from the roaring wind eases…

Our paths will never cross again, Ivy thinks. A fateful meeting turned to friendships and so much more. I want to live. I want us all to live.

“Is she breathing? Are her lips bluer than usual? It’s impossible to tell.”

“Here, keep her close to me, I'll warm her up.”

“Typical, reckless, spiteful elf. We should’ve left her to die.”

Is that them? Ivy tries to open her eyes but they remain closed. “I g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, I'm so c-cold…”

“Sssshhhh, stay quiet,” Shadowheart says before uttering the evocation for Prayer of Healing.

“Shouldn’t you be using a heat spell, elf?” Lae’zel says. The familiar sting in her tone fills Ivy with relief.

“Half elf!” Shadowheart snaps. “She might be wounded, the prayer will help.”

Lae’zel tuts but shifts closer to Ivy, her stance protective of the semi-conscious drow.

Ivy senses her body slowly catch up to her mind. She still feels cold to the marrow but the strange burning ice sensation is receding. She takes a deep breath and exhales.

“Oh, thank the Goddess,” Shadowheart sighs. “You gave us a fright.”

“I knew the silly girl would be fine,” Lae’zel hisses. “It’s useless expending precious energy worrying about her. As I said before - reckless.”

Shadowheart and Lae’zel continue their vocal sparring but Ivy’s attention shifts to the presence near her head.

“Hey soldier, you’re going to be okay. We’ve got you.” Karlach murmurs so close that Ivy feels the heat of the tiefling’s breath like opening a red hot stove.

“What I wouldn't give to be able to hug you right now,” she chuckles. “But it looks like we’ve survived another day so maybe I’ll get to soon, yeah?”

Yes! Ivy wants to shout. Yes to it all, as long as we’re together.

#bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #shadowheart #karlach #lae'zel #gaming #fanfiction #my writing

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jess-themess05 · 2 years

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I posted 901 times in 2022

That's 901 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (13%)

784 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@theohnocorral

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@lovelymoonmagic

@ice-reblogs

I tagged 778 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

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#fnaf moon - 159 posts

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#beloved mutuals - 69 posts

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Longest Tag: 127 characters

#despite probably putting the fear of god in everyone who came across you admitting to have drunk fire starter and sulfuric acid

My Top Posts in 2022:

tehehe yes spider lmao

Actually im shoked I didn't saw anyone draw him like that before, bc he is litteraly

CREATUR CRAWLING ON WALLS AND HIS WIRE IS LITTERALY LIKE SPIDER WEB!!!

hmm

checks out.

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oh hey a finished art piece

wow would ya look at that

in case you’ve never heard of this fanfic tHIS

this is the bug love fanfic! by @theohnocorral respectfully

this is just my interpretation of him, but of course he has a more official design hehe

my next plan of action is moon man!! he’s a gosh darn moth :)

extras down below!

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Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

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My #1 post of 2022

guess who made one of those ask game things :] yknow cause why not

you know the drill

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i forgot i had this in my drafts

#i am actually very glad i joined the hellsite this year #all of the super talented folks (some of which i’m friends with now :D)#are all great and it’s awesome to see #there’s also just the mutuals on here i’ve made #lots of shenanigans. many fights. many possessions. many weddings.#hell IM gonna get married #how cool is that!!#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #thank you tumblr for reminding me of that time lily got accused of crushing on bees #i fortunately forgot #basically it’s just been nice being on here :]#thank you for listening to my rambles lovely’s #AYY I JUST NOTICED HOW MANY TAGS THE BELOVED MUTUALS HAS #nice

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princexxsena · 1 year

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Do all of them ᐡ- ̫ -ᐡ

Thanks, Naki. That was too much work.

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? No, I'm not. Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Coffee, my love. Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? I don't have one. Mocha : Dream Job? Housewife… I'm kidding, Fashion designer. Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Bugatti Chiron Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Bali, Indonesia. I like Islands, beaches and nature. Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Naki, he said he will protect me no matter what. I hope he doesn't end up consuming me. Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? No. CaramelFrappe : Favorite video game? Genshin impact. Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? It's hard to choose one song. I have a lot. Same with bands and thanks to Naki the list is getting longer. Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? I like to cosy up with some warm tea or hot chocolate while watching the rain outside. Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Yes, very. Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? I would take Naki or Kai. Green Tea : How tall are you? 5′ 6 Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? First thing I would look for a shelter, I’ll make sure I have enough weapons I could fight with and I would collect enough supplies like food, water and medical kits. All that’s left is surviving. Mint Tea : How do you relax? Music, Long walks, bubble baths, Friends. Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? board games. Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Yes, Vogue Japan. I don’t care, it’s considered reading to me. Italian Soda : Describe your dream date. I don’t have a ‘dream’ date. I believe if you are with the right company, nothing else will matter. Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person. Confidence, Kindness, Open mindedness and creativity. Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Yes. Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss. My first kiss was during a summer vacation with my best friend and I was the one who initiated it, it was a small peck but it was the end of the world to him. It didn’t end well. Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy? Vanilla and sandalwood.

#ask #about

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imaginarylungfish · 5 months

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dream fiction

When I heard my grandpa fell in their backyard, I thought, dumbfuck. Then my mom said, and he was out there for 3 hours alone. Her voice was a bit muffled through the phone. I imagined an old person falling while trying to do their gardening and lying on the ground for 3 hours, unable to get up. It made me sad. But that imaginary scenario was distant, far off. Like you’re imagining yourself flying or fighting a dragon. It was make-believe. The person feeling bad for their grandpa falling was make-believe. I was watching someone else’s feelings from above.

When I think of my grandpa, I think of red hot anger. I think of yelling. Of being scared. Of not understanding why. Of confusion. And I also think of my sister. How she protected me. I don’t really know how, looking back on it. Probably because I don’t remember the specifics. Little pinholes in my memories. But I know she was there and she was my shield.

As a child, I was always wrong. Holding the golf club wrong. Sitting wrong. Standing wrong. If he ever loved me, I never felt it.

So when I see him, all I see is pain. And when I think of him falling, some part of me smiles. Retribution. Karma.

But all I can say back into the phone to my mom is, oh no, poor Papa!

I can’t imagine I’ll cry when he dies. I’ve thought of it before. How I always cry at funerals. And if I don’t, people will then understand my utter lack of care for him. But why do I care about that? (Because some part of you is still performing for them.)

He’s older now. Losing it. My mom is sad, I can see it in her eyes. She rushes off to help my grandpa at the drop of a hat. Papa’s computer wasn’t working, so your dad and I went over to help. He accidentally deleted the files from his folder. His printer was malfunctioning. I don’t care.

His presence is just a reminder that people simply get old. And that it’s an ugly thing to see. And I wonder if there’s just a chunk of ice residing in my chest. It makes me worry about seeing my grandma lose it. Or my mom. Will they turn ugly too?

When I came out to my extended family (or rather my mom came out for me), my grandpa emailed me to tell me he loves me but will never accept me. That isn’t love. How can it be? I took that email, every single letter and re-wrote it so it said something nice. I turned him into a grandpa who was proud of me. But that person isn’t real. He's my fictional grandpa, made of dreams.

At least that email really let me let go. He was never going to be the person I wanted or needed him to be. And after that, I could just hate him freely. Plus, I had a concrete reason.

I know how people act is a projection of how they feel. And that my grandpa must have had something happen to him to make him that ornery and mad. But I don’t care. Taking it out on my sister and me as kids was not okay.

I don’t know how to end this nicely. I feel as if there needs to be a lesson here or a nice anecdote. But I think sometimes pain is just pain. And there’s nothing beautiful about it.

#spilled ink #writing #writeblr #writers #imaginary lungfish #verbal abuse #recovery #trauma recovery

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crystalcatgamer · 1 year

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Fic Stats Game

Got a ping from @foolofatook001 for this one. And wow, who would have guessed, it’s almost all DSMP. Even after I anon-ed and orphaned a few lol. God that phase was so wild. And I’m sinking back into it goddamnit

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: There are days where I don’t know the person in the mirror (And there are days I don’t care) with 24,247 hits~! It’s Tommy-centric, villain Dream, filled with dehumanization angst, and hopes of a happy ending with SBI at the end of the road. Currently unfinished and I’m going to update it in three years <3

Second most kudos: Run, run (Here comes the boy with 1,394 kudos! This is actually my favourite multi-chaptered fic, and I admit, the fact that it’s actually completed (though not in the overall series, haha…) plays a big part. Werewolf!SBI, centred around Tommy meeting them for the first time! Some discduo too, because I’m as much a sucker for big brother Dream as I am for bad guy Dream. It’s a duality, I know.

Third most comments: Look what you've done (Do you regret playing with our lives?) with 183 comments. It’s a typical content creators get booted into the Dream SMP (near their counterparts!) fic. Unfinished, and admittedly I haven’t touched it due to regular controversy on the content creators. But recently I’m like, fuck it, DSMP lives in 2021, and so does this fic, and so am I, so I’m probably going to just go ahead and ignore 2023 drama. After all, I’m writing about the ccs’ personas and not their true selves! I’m having fun and that’s what matters ✨

Fourth most bookmarks: I am back with Run, run (Here comes the boy at 209 bookmarks! All hail werewolf AU. I need to write the doomsday trio prequel sometime. Eventually. Ahah. 🤍

Fifth most words: I wish for this no more (I wish to be fixed) with a cute 9,319 words. This is Doll!Tommy on the DSMP with bad SBI, bad Dream, bad bunch of people except my beloved benchtrio. It’s old, unfinished, and I don’t enjoy it much these days, but I do enjoy certain chapters where I feel like I did pretty good. The plot doesn’t call to me much anymore especially since I wrote it because I knew people would like it back then. It’s still a pretty okay relic from 2021, all things considered.

Least words: These ice cold hands of yours with 593 words. It’s a (platonic) Ganyu and Xiao fic from Genshin Impact, written for Whumptober 2022 featuring a fight with some Fatui! Xiaoyu, either platonic or romantic, is quite dear to me. They are both Adepti that fought by Rex Lapis’ side, and now Ganyu is learning from Xiao how to become stronger in order to protect Liyue with him! It’s great! It’s cute! They are family!

Andddd I’ll tag @polynomialpandemic, @eclectickefi and @imperialkatwala! Anyone else can join, and you’re not obligated to either. May your dreams be temporary and your rest be pleasant, adios!

#tag game #got a game for me #my family gets a personal tag #this was fun

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Silent Sparks - Volt 26

Warnings: Swearing, Takai and chaos child Tsukare Word count: 2832

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Masterlist

Volt 25 | Volt 27

"Tsukare." I turned to Todoroki as he said my name, the bell having just rang for lunch.

"Hey Todoroki, what's up?"

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I nodded and followed him to a stairwell, now abandoned by students who went to get lunch. "I've been told that you received an offer from my father. Endeavor." I shrugged and nodded, not really thinking about going to his agency to begin with. "You don't seem surprised, most people are."

"I'm not, you have a partial fire quirk and during the festival you said something about your dad watching and then before the cavalry battle you had your own stare down with him. Plus you got in on a hero recommendation. Not all that surprising. But what does this have to do with me?" He stared at me blankly for a second, like he was processing what I said.

"My father is interested in your quirk and fighting abilities because you beat me in the festival. He's asked me to convince you to intern with him, especially since I'm going to intern there." I mulled it over for a moment, a few realizations and theories falling over me.

"I'll go, but not because he wants me there. I'm going because you seem like you don't want to go alone and as though you're scared of him." He froze for a moment, quicker than his quirk could dream of.

"What did Midoriya tell you?" Now he was on the defensive. Normal trauma response.

"He hasn't told me anything about you. So if you said something to him, that's between the two of you. He has a lot of respect for privacy and whatnot." He let out a deep breath through his nose as he stared at me. "I saw that you started to panic before the festival when Kirishima grabbed your shoulder."

"How did you pick up on that?" I sat on the stairs and waited for him to relax a bit.

"Your eyes." His shoulders tensed up a smidge. "I'm good at reading people, I always have been."

"So what do you think when you.. read me." I chuckled lightly and shrugged, leaning back against the stairs.

"You sure? Sometimes it freaks people out. I know it freaked out Midoriya and Hitoshi when I told them." He gave a curt nod as an answer. "Okay. So what I know for sure is you got in on recommendation, you are one of the top students in the class and your father is Endeavor. Here's what I think. I think you're antisocial and the whole 'not here to make friends' bit isn't by choice but simply because you never had any before and believe you don't need them now. That would also explain why you're so stoic and emotionless appearing but it's a way to protect yourself, it's also something you either learned or were taught, so you could be a top hero. You were probably sheltered growing up, seeing as how Endeavors such a high ranking hero, you also come from wealth but you aren't proud of it and probably didn't realize that you weren't middle class until you were older. Some may think that's a birth mark on your eye but it's actually a scar, looks like a healed burn but it wasn't a fire burn, it was from something else so it wasn't your father. You got in on recommendations, probably from your father, and he's the main person to train you. You also probably wish you got in through academics or the standard test to prove your worth but that wasn't the case clearly. I also think it's partially because you're opposed to nepotism. You may seem emotionless and oblivious to some things, but you're actually quite perceptive and obviously have a high education to attest to that.

"I think you have older siblings, not close in age but close enough. You clearly favor your ice over your fire, which tells me you have a large distaste for your father from something that's happened in the past or is still currently happening. You want independence and finally have that here but like everyone else, you're still adjusting. And also because you were sheltered, you probably have a secret stash of comics or movies unrelated to our hero society so you can have a break and feel like a kid your age. What's the verdict, how'd I do?" He stared at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw, trying and failing to find the words.

"You almost had everything right. I have a secret Netflix account, not movies." I couldn't help but laugh whole heartedly about that. "How did you do that?" He sat beside me, thoroughly intrigued.

"Ah, it's not all that great."

"I'd like to learn how to do that." I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck.

"I don't think I'll be able to teach you that. I went through a lot of uh, bad foster homes before I was adopted, so I was usually able to tell on the first night how long I'd be there. I'd be able to tell when things were about to get bad at the foster center, I got bounced around a bit as a kid, so I had to adjust pretty quickly." He stared at the floor for a moment.

"I suppose I wouldn't be able to learn as you did, unless I was put into foster care." I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head.

"I guess you could learn other ways but I wouldn't suggest going about it the way I did."

"Hey Icy Hot, I gotta talk to ear bleed, alone." Todoroki looked at me and I nodded, he was perceptive enough to know we aren't exactly on good terms after all.

"What?" He kicked back against the stairwell, arms crossed over his chest.

"I saw mind fuck telling Deku about something." I stood up and went toe to toe with him.

"Watch what you fucking say about them." He pushed me back a little and we glared at each other.

"Don't get in my space, you damn extra."

What do you want? Whatever Hitoshi and Midoriya were talking about is none of my business unless one of them tell me.

I saw him talking about you going off on All Might.

Yeah. And?

Is it true?

What, specifically?

Him being homophobic.

Yeah.

His palms started crackling, mini sparks going off next to him. His chest locked up and I don't think he realized he was holding his breath.

"Bakugou, breathe." He took a shaky breath and sunk down to the floor, one of his hands no longer sparking and gripping harshly in his hair. The other making a fist with small explosions going off. All of it felt too familiar, I had seen a reaction like this somewhere before and it wasn't from him. "Hey, put your headphones in and follow me. And take, this." I shuffled through my bag and tossed him one of my fidget cubes that got little to no use.

I'm not following you because you said so.

Okay.

So what's this about?

You're autistic.

"Who the hell told you that!"

Cool it, Sparky. I put it together, nobody told me jack shit. Plus you're teetering on the verge of a meltdown, just like at the sports festival. You won't ask but you're still going to be curious so I'll give you your answer on the how. There was a kid in the foster center who's autistic, I was one of the only ones who would talk to him, around our age, but I haven't talked to him in a while.

So what if I am? You gonna tell everyone? Where are you going anyway?

"Here." He looked around confused, it was a profoundly different room then what anyone here normally gets to see.

"Where the hell are we, ear bleed."

"And that, Bakugou, answers my next question. You don't have an educational plan for your diagnosis, if you had one, you would have already known about this room. You can probably talk to my Dad or Nedzu about getting permission to come here, but you pretty much just get to come here and ride it out. You're mad? There's weights, punching bags, plus showers if you work up a sweat. Lets see, there's beanbags. Chalkboard. Dry erase board. Fidgets and spare noise cancelling headphones with different music tracks listed for everyone's music taste. Stash of weighted blankets in the closet, along with eye masks, different types of blankets for different sensory issues. What else, uhhh, oh for those who don't know sign language and go nonverbal there's spare paper, emotion cards, all of it. The best part about this place though? It's sound proof and completely quirk proof. So you can let loose, just, try not to burn down the relax half please. This room is like my baby." He stared at me with wide, crimson eyes before he just walked over to an empty wall and sent out a large blast, almost like he was testing it. "Alright, I'm going to go eat, cleaning supplies are in the shower room closet. If you're not back for class, I'll just tell Aizawa for you. And Bakugou," he looked back at me, still in disbelief, "I won't tell anyone. Secrets safe with me." I walked out of the room and last second turned to the teachers lounge. I knocked on the door lightly, having a small stare down with Uncle Snipe as he opened the door. I held up a finger gun, adding in a small sound effect. "I gotcha this time, partner." I said in a terrible southern accent. He slowly brought a hand to his side with no expression and I couldn't help but laugh. "Are my dad's in there still? Or did they leave to start getting ready for their classes?"

"Mic, Eraser, one of yer kids are here. The little ginger one." I heard foot steps and next thing I knew my parents were in front of me.

"What's up, little listener?"

"Okay, so I have a question before I forget and I really hope it's already in his file but I wanted to check beforehand, can students without an educational plan get an access card to the sensory room?" Dad sent me a confused look before he started thinking.

"I don't see why not, why do you ask?"

"Okay, so I may or may not have given Bakugou access with my card because he was starting to have a meltdown from his diagnosis and I realized and brought him there and I feel bad for not realizing sooner but then I remembered one of the kids at foster care who had the same thing and before he was adopted we would talk all the time and we really got each other and then I caught it in time so he's letting it all out in there and I realized it was the same thing that happened at the sports festival." My parents looked at me with wide eyes as my words came out so rushed I was out of breath. "I'll go see Chiyo." My parents nodded, Dad pulling me into a brief hug while Pops ruffled my hair. "Love you both!" They returned the sentiment and I half ran to Recovery Girl's office.

However, I was not happy to see Takai sitting on a cot, a smirk coming on his face at the sight of me. Mine fell and I looked around for Chiyo.

"Tsukare, dear, as much as I appreciate your company I don't care for how many times you've been in my office this school year and we're only a month into it. Oh well, what can I get for you dear?" I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck.

"I need my meds, forgot 'em again." She tutted and opened the cabinet beside her.

"Which ones, dear?"

"All of them." She pulled out all of them, four bottles now on her counter top accompanied by the unsettling feeling of someone staring.

"I'm going to have to have a talk with your dads about you taking them regularly. Would you like some water dear?" I started walking to the sink, already knowing where everything is.

"Already on it, Chiyo." I could almost see her shaking her head sarcastically as I filled up the small cup with water. I went back over, thankfully taking the four pills from her and swallowing them all in one go.

"I'll never understand how you do that Tsukare, dear. I've seen many students in my time and very few adults can even do that with no reaction." I simply shrugged before sending a glare as Takai's smirk grew, his eyes starting to wander.

"Chiyo, can I..?" I gestured subtly to the curtain and she shrugged, fairly indifferent but she couldn't help her laughter as I drew the curtain shut. "Thank you. Oh, uh, I also sort of forgot to grab lunch because I forgot to take my meds and because of that I couldn't focus and got very side tracked. Is there anything I can grab to snack on real quick so my dads don't get upset that I forgot lunch again?" She let out a puff of air and walked back to where she kept the snacks hidden away.

"You finally gonna talk to me, sweetheart?" I stayed silent, hoping Chiyo wouldn't take that long. "C'mon," he stepped out from behind the curtain and I felt my blood run cold, "are you really gonna keep ignoring me?" There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again. "Nice lie, by the way. Had me fooled for a few days." I rolled my eyes, not moving as he stepped closer to me. "I wonder what will get you to talk." As he went to take another step towards me, Kirishima and Kaminari bursted through the door.

"Recovery Girl! Kaminari blacked out in the cafeteria!" Kaminari rolled his eyes as Kirishima yelled.

"Dude! I told you! I just fell asleep and fell out of my chair!" Next thing I know, I was being tackled into a side hug. "Hey, 'Ryo." Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and he buried his head down into the nape of my neck. I gently rested my hands on his forearm, fighting the blush that was now on my face.

"Hey Denks. Did you sleep at all last night?" He nodded a little.

"What're you doing in here? Meds?" It was my turn to nod, I could practically feel Kirishima's confused stare at the sight of us. I don't blame him for being confused, but Takai looked unimpressed.

"Here you go, dear." Chiyo rounded the wall and stopped at the sight of all of us. "I'm not even going to ask. Are you two boys alright?" Kaminari straightened up, his blinding smile on his face.

"Yep! My friend here thought I blacked out when I just fell asleep." I giggled softly, still trying to wrap my head around it.

"And Tsukare, dear, here's two protein bars. You need to work better on making sure you don't forget to eat lunch." I received two separate but equally concerned looks.

"Yes, ma'am." She gave me a look and I knew todays therapy session would be interesting.

"Now you three, get going to class. Takai, get back to your cot." He sent me one last look, his eyes following Kaminari and I as we left, the electric blond lacing his fingers with mine.

"Okay, when did you two start dating? I mean, congrats! But when?" Kirishima asked as we got out into the hall.

"We aren't. The guy in there has been creepy so Kami started acting like my boyfriend to get him off my back." He nodded thoughtfully and patted the blond on his back.

"Super manly, bro! Hey Tsukabro, Sunday we're going to the skatepark again before we all go off for our internships, you wanna come with?" It was my turn to short circuit rather than the blond who's hand I was still holding. Outside of Midoriya, nobody has ever wanted to hang out with me, let alone a group of people. A group of friends.

"I should be able to, I just have to check with my Dad first." Kirishima sent me his shark like smile and for once, I felt like I had a place outside of family in my life.

We got back to the classroom and a squeal from Mina caught my attention. My face blooming bright red as Kaminari and I quickly let go of each others hands. It felt like a certain warmth was missing but I paid it no mind as I felt Dads stare on us.

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